The Exquisite Corpse

of regret and despair

is always there,

lurking, just behind.

Of regret and despair

it is made,

lurking just behind,

shining like a coin.

It is made,

the Corpse,

shining like a coin,

and memories won't fade.

The Corpse

is always there,

and memories won't fade.

The Exquisite Corpse.